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(3rd Person: POV)
Sitting in front of a computer terminal, within his personal lab at Oscorp Industries, Curt Connors released a snarl as the word [Error] appeared on the screen.
"Dammit!" Connors said.
Slamming his one good hand down on the table.
One that sent several papers on it flying.
Each one of them filled with scientific formulae and notes, all relating to cross-species genetics.
A subject of research Connors had taken a renewed interest in ever since Spider-Man appeared on scene.
Connors knowing in his heart that his appearance could only be possible through the research he had conducted with Richard and Mary Parker years ago.
Thus renewing his hope that he could one day regrow his lost arm.
But for the past few months that hope had slowly been dwindling.
As no matter what Connors did his research had stalled in the exact same place it had last time after Richard and Mary had mysteriously vanished.
"What am I missing?! What could it be?" Connors muttered to himself.
Running his hand through his already disheveled hair.
That matched the rest of his haggard appearance.
His personal lab also falling into the same category.
Given that Connors had become slightly obsessed with solving the cross-species genetics issue.
"Every model I run and every experiment I've conducted always ends the same. The recombinant DNA always becomes unstable and never fully integrates." He spoke. "But then again I have only been using rodents as test subjects. Perhaps if I conducted human trials. Yes, maybe that's what I'm missing. Humans and our DNA are more resilient and adapatable than most other species after all. Yes, that could work." Connors muttered.
Only to instantly feel his frustration rise up again.
As he knew unless he made some sort of progress there would be no way Norman Osborn and Oscorp Industries would give the go ahead for human trials.
Though Connors needed to conduct human trials to see if his hypothesis about the recombinant DNA stabilizing in a human subject would hold true.
It was a Catch-22 situation.
"Huh, what am I supposed to do?" Connors exasperated.
His tired gaze turning to his missing right arm.
A few seconds after it did Connors had a thought.
The light in his eyes returning a little.
After it did he went to retrieve a vial of lizard DNA he had been using in his experiments and an injector gun.
He then loaded the vial into the gun, took of his lab coat, and then placed the injector against the stub of his right arm.
Knowing what he about to do was incredibly dangerous.
But if it worked it would not only give Connors his arms back, but prove his scientific theory true and allow him to change the world as he knew it for the better.
Pros he felt certainly out weighed any cons he might face.
So with that Connors didn't hesitate any longer and injected himself wirh the Lizard DNA.
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Standing in front of a terminal in his own personal lab, Norman Osborn watched as numerous calculations ran across the computer screens in front of him.
All working towards helping him complete his latest project.
Which he had named the G-Serum.
A Serum that Norman hoped would finally be able to replicate the effects that gave birth to Captain America during World War II.
But first and foremost he hoped it would the cure that would save his wife and son from their genetic disease.
A disease neither he nor Emily discovered she had until a few months after Harry had been born.
Since it was so rare to begin with and not normally tested for.
But the moment Norman learned why his wife suddenly became ill he began moving heaven and Earth to save her.
Leading to the development of a project known as GR-27.
A dangerous failure that wouldn't save either Emily or Harry.
Though by whatever grace there was Emily's symptoms suddenly went into remission, and has been the same way for years.
However Norman has never stopped looking for a way to cure her.
His resolve to find said cure only strengthened when he learned Harry had inherited his mother's illness.
Honestly Norman knows what kind of man he is.
He acknowledges it.
But he's still a man who loves his family, and he'll become the devil himself before he simply watches for them to die painfully before his eyes.
Turning away from the terminal Norman walked over to a rack filled with green vials.
Ones that contained the G-Serum.
"Emily, Harry, just wait a little longer. Soon you'll have nothing to worry about." Norman said.
***
Sneaking in through her bedroom window, Felicia moved with silence.
She then quickly pulled off her Black Cat costume, and the silver wig she wore along with it, and placed them in a secret compartment she had installed in the back of her closet a few days after she and her mother had moved into their current apartment.
The same with the painting she stole earlier.
Along with the card with the phone number she was given by Spider-Man.
After which she slipped into some pajamas.
She then left her room and headed into the kitchen.
Since her late night activities always left her hungry.
But as she arrived she found her mother Lydia, already there.
"Felicia." Lydia mused. "Turning in early again I see."
"You know me mom. School tires me out." Felicia replied. Quickly moving to grab herself some food.
"Right." Lydia replied. "But Felicia, you know if there's anything wrong you can always come and talk to me." She said.
"Yeah, I know mom." Felicia replied.
She then quickly headed back to her room and sat down at her desk.
Immediately gazing at a picture on it.
Featuring a younger her, a slightly younger version of her mother, and a man.
Felicia father, Walter Hardy.
"Hey dad." Felicia mused. Putting a slight smile on her face. "I had another great night tonight. Even if it was interrupted by that ass Spider-Man." She spoke.
Felicia taking to her father's picture as she ate.
Ignoring the slight pain in her chest, and focusing on the warmth in it, as she did.